Things come together.

It’s been a while since a good yoga post, and it’s been a while since I’ve been in a place to get the good out of my yoga. We’ll call what I’ve been doing for the last few months ‘survival yoga.’ Still amazing, but I’ve...

leaving the palace

There’s nothing scarier than leaving the nest, learning to fly, doing things on your own for the first time. Sometimes we do it on purpose, to stretch ourselves, to see how far we can go, where our edges are. Then we pull back and retreat to spend some time with...

Day 8/8: put a bird on it

So, I made it. 8 classes in 8 days. 6 poses named after birds. 4 different teachers. 3 new friends. 2 Pacificos to celebrate (a very good decision in and of itself), and a certain sense of accomplishment that doesn’t involve a checklist. There are things afoot...

Day 4/8: poopasana

Maybe I hit up two classes last night because I knew this was coming, but a bummer nonetheless. Perfect timing for a reminder that this week was about good decisions, not going to yoga. I’ve got one sick puppy, so tonight I got down with my dog, not my downdog...

Day 3/8: stoned

I have no words, shocking I know. That’s what a yoga mission does to you though – makes you think more, talk less. I don’t need to tell you guys how awesome it was to do 4 hours of yoga yesterday, I’m lucky that it’s available to me...

Day 2/8: letting go

Given that this week is an excavation of sorts, I’m setting some goals, but also staying open to whatever comes up. I was hoping to write about letting go of false expectations and gratuitous emotional baggage, but that’s just not how things played out....